I thought that our sex life could not get any better. Until it did. Hannah is my second wife, I am Hannah's third husband. My name is Ben. We had something in common even before we met, we were both married much to young. She because she fell pregnant at the barely legal age of sixteen, she has a son. I because I was a total failure with girls and thought that marriage would be the key to what I really craved, daily sex. How wrong I was. After the birth of our daughter, the sex all but stopped, Saturdays and holidays, missionary only. For the sake of our daughter, I stuck it out for eighteen years, paying for sex about once a month. At least that way I was able to indulge most of my, mainly porn-inspired, fantasies. I met Hannah a year before my self-imposed freedom day. I had no idea sex could be so good, Hannah had none of the hang-ups of my soon to be ex, she enjoyed sex. She had lots of practice, her first husband, although abusive, was; "A sex machine." He ended up in prison and she divorced him, but then she had a string of lovers of varying competence until she married again for the sake of her son. He, the son, turned out to be a chip off the old block, so husband number two dumped her. She reverted to casual sex. With enthusiasm. I was one of her casuals to begin with, but there was chemistry. And for the first time in our adult lives, we were both free. By now, my daughter was at uni, Hannah's son had found his nirvana in the Royal Navy. For the two of us, life seemed to have been re-booted. I was thirty-nine, Hannah was thirty-seven. I could not get enough of her and her me. She had a flat a few miles from where I lived, I spent every evening and most of the weekends there, fucking non-stop. It seemed that I was even more of a sex-machine than her ex. I should have known, until Hannah I wanked two or three times a day, now there was a willing receptacle for my previousy wasted spunk. I moved in with her, we married as soon as my divorce came through and we bought our first house together. Hannah was up for everything, our repetoire included everything I had ever fantasised about. Well, almost. She had three taboos, anal was no-go, according to her, that was for queers. Taboo two was cum-in-mouth. She liked to suck my cock, but insisted that I warn her before I came. She would finish me by hand. I tried 'accidentally' letting go in her mouth and discovered her angry side. Not worth it. She would never say why, sometimes spunk would splash on her face, including her mouth. She wiped it off without comment. Why she couldn't spit it into a tissue, I have no idea. Swallowing would have been the ultimate, but just to come in her lovely mouth would have delighted me. Taboo three was the most difficult to understand, she would not masturbate for me. I could not believe that a woman as highly sexed as this, did not pleasure herself. I did. Even with the amount of sex we were having, I still enjoyed a satisfying wank. She was happy to wank me off, when nature barred the alternative and at at other times for mutual pleasure. She liked to see me come. Not only can I ejaculate several times a day, I usually produce a lot of spunk and shoot powerfully. If you're going to be gifted, it's not a bad one too have. She was also more than happy for me to do her, other than oral, it was how she got her orgasms. She loved to have her cunt licked and I loved to lick it. She would not drink my nectar, but I loved the taste of hers. Then without any apparent reason, things got even better. In bed early one evening, Hannah kissed me and said; "Would Sir like his cock sucked?" Sir certainly would, but she usually just got on with it, she rarely used the word 'cock', or any other 'dirty talk'. She set about her task with her usual skill and enthusiasm, sometimes it's good to let her do all the work. She soon had my spunk ready for delivery. As was her wish, I warned her that I was close. She kept sucking. I warned her again, this time louder. She put up a hand to silence me. I fired a generous load into her mouth. She didn't pull away as was usual, she allowed me pump my load until I was drained, then showed me my delivery resting against her tongue before disposing of it into a tissue. She then snuggled up and kissed me, saying; "Did you enjoy that?" "I did, but did you?" "I read an article in a magazine that said many women enjoy doing it." "And?" "Inconclusive, " she said. " More research required." It was Saturday next day, we don't set the alarm, but usually still wake up at the same early hour, me woken by my natural alarm clock - a towering erection. Hannah was gently stroking it. "More research? " I enquired. "Later," she replied and jumped out of bed. Most Saturdays are spent catching up with what there is no time to do on weekdays. Some are chores, some are pleasure. Today was, 'Evening-in Saturday.' We would cook a nice meal, open a bottle of wine and usually end up fucking before the table was cleared. If we could keep hands off each other long enough, we would finish the meal with an Irish coffee. She cleared the table while I made the coffee. Perfect, a thick layer of double cream floating on strong, sweet coffee. The idea is to drink the coffee through the cream, but this time, Hannah scooped all the cream into her mouth, then parting her lips to reveal the cream in her mouth, just as my spunk was last night. She then closed her mouth and slowly swallowed. The message could not have been clearer, my boner was making a bid for freedom. "You've made a decision.?" I asked. "I have, but only if you do it first," she replied. " If I could suck my own cock, I would," I laughed. "Fuck me and lick if from my cunt," she husked. The idea alone nearly made me come in my pants, and there were the words again. She usually used euphemisms, although me talking dirty to her, telling her in the most basic terms what I was going to do to her, could have her shaking with lust, 'gagging for it.' We fucked on the sofa, having removed just enough of each others clothing. I came quickly, softened and slipped out. Hannah had her backside on the edge of the sofa, I had knelt between her thighs to enter her. Her hair was mussed, lipstick smudged. Her tits were out of her bra, her skirt up around her waist. She was a picture of debauchery. Her legs were splayed, cunt gaping. My cream spilled out of it. She raised her eyebrows, I had a task to perform. It did not seem such a good idea now I had come. I knew what I tasted like, apart from my own early experiments, sometimes splunk splashes on my face, unlike Hannah, if I can reach it, I lick it off. I went for it. It was warm, thick and plentiful. At first it was just my taste, then a I lapped, Hannah's essence came through. I loved it. Gradually the taste became all her as her juices flowed. She came to a shuddering orgasm. When she recovered, she said; "How was it?" "Delicious," I replied. "Like honey and cream." "Did you leave some for me?" I was fully hard again, balls working overtime to produce some. We left the dirty dishes and went to bed. An hour later she kept her side of the bargain and swallowed every drop. "It's not so bad," she concluded. Sunday was a lazy day, it rained for most of it. Mid-afternoon, Hannah kissed me and informed me that she needed fucking. What better way to spend a wet sunday afternoon? We kissed, fondled and carressed until my balls ached and her cunt gushed juice. She straddled my face, queening me. I licked her to orgasm. Usually, after we do this, she squirms down and impales herself on my straining cock. This time, she slid right past, rubbing her tits against my cock before slipping it into her mouth. I was convinced that she wanted anoyher helping of cream and settled back to enjoy it, but she just teased it before licking her way down my shaft and sucking each ball into her mouth in turn. Another first. She then rimmed my arse, where was this coming from? I wasnt complaining, I love it. It was a first from Hannah, but my procured paramours, in my punter days, had provided the service, as they had the cum-in-mouth service. But to receive it from someone you love passionately, is quite exquisite. She desisted. "Is that nice?" She asked innocently. "Let me show you." I replied. She got on all fours, legs parted. Head down, perfect arse up. I kissed all over each cheek before scooping up her freely flowing nectar, the slid the tip of my tongue onto the tight pucker of her arse-hole. She jerked away with yelp, then relaxed and allowed me to tongue her, rimming the anus then pushing my stiffened tongue into the hole. I had never done this, even though I had enjoyed receiving. I liked it. So did Hannah, she was squealing with pleasure. I came up for air. "Fuck me now," she demanded. Adding as an afterthought; "In the front." In the afterglow, Hannah fondled my resting joystick and whispered; "That tongue in bum thing is nice, I'm sorry that I've been such a bitch about it. I think I'd like to try the other thing, but this is so big, it will surely hurt." "What do your magazines say?" "They say it hurts, but that you get used to it. You have to be in the mood and use lashings of lubricant." "Why don’t we start small, with a dildo, and work up to the real thing?" "We?" "I will if you will." We ordered a set of didoes on line. A set? Who would have thought it? Hannah did not own one and I had no experience of them. The arrived next day. They bore only a passing resemblance to a penis. Or set of. They were bright purple, ranging in size from five to seven inches 'insertable length', there was also a large tube of lubricant. Bedtime could not come quickly enough, it was decided that I would be guinea pig. "Resist it to begin with," advised Hannah. "Then relax and it will pop straight in." "Was this in you magazine too?" I enquired. "It was a very comprehensive article," she replied. "Assume the position." I did. She lubed me up and pressed the prosthetic against my sphincter. It popped straight in without resistance. I could feel it, it felt alien, but there was no real discomfort. The second one took more getting used too, the third one I postponed for another day. Hannah took the first with ease, the second comfortably and the third with difficulty. "It doesnt realy hurt," she said. "But you think that it should, so you're predjudiced." But even having proved to herself that she could take it, she still would not let me fuck her arse, saying; "When I'm ready." Later in the week, she announced that she had invited a colleague to join us for dinner on Saturday. "Beth is a widow, her husband worked abroad and was killed in an accident, so its just her." Beth was about our age and very attractive. She was quiet and polite during her visit, Hannah had warned me not to mention her husband, so conversation was mainly small-talk. She lived on the other side of town and worked in the same building as Hannah, but for a different company. They had met when they had walked from the same train to the same building several days running. They had become good friends. We waved her off in a taxi, Hannah said; "Leave the dishes, come to bed." She was even more passionate than usual, sucking my cock until I warned her of my coming, even though she was now happy for me to come in her mouth, she still liked to be warned. She then mounted me, grinding herself bown on me and riding me. She was fucking me, not me her. Then quite suddenly, she orgasmed. This was the first time she had come just from fucking, it surprised us both. When her spasms had subsided, she looked down at me and said in a little voice; "I came." I had noticed. I was still hard inside her, she asked if I had come yet. "Not yet," I replied. "How would you like it?" Still in the small voice, she whispered; "In my arse." She was clearly in the mood, I reached for the lubricant. She squealed as the head of my cock breached the tight, puckered valve. I was in! Slowly and gently I entered her, it must have hurt like hell, it certainly hurt me, I felt like my cock was being peeled. Tentatively, I started my thrusts, I was desperate to come, I realised that the pain was adding to my arousal, but I knew that I could do damage to Hannah if I lost control. Perhaps anal was not what it's cracked up to be? Hannah was whimpering, only half of my length was in her. I placed a hand around my shaft, held her hip with the other and started to fuck her. This seemed to be the solution, at least this time. Hannah seemed to think so to, I realised that she was fingering her neglected cunt! She was wanking! Two taboos for the price of one. I tried hold back my own orgasm until she reached hers, it did not take long. When she came, her muscles clenched and it felt like my cock was being beheaded. My spunk boiled out of me into her spasming body. Both yelling wildly, we fell apart. My cock was still there. We cleaned up in silence, then cuddled again. "That hurt," she said. "But I liked it." I had to agree, I was ashamed that pain had given me so much pleasure, I began to understand S & M. "You have just taken my anal virginity." Murmered Hannah. I kissed her and replied; "And you mine." It was true, in my eighteen years of punting, anal had never been offered, and I had never asked for it. I was pleased, it is a special thing, I was glad that we had done it as an act of love. Hannah was soon asleep. I lay awake and reflected on what had just happened. Why now? Not just the buggery, but the masturbation. What had triggered the change? A thought occured. Surely not? Beth had been with us earlier, was it possible that this quiet, polite widow, was in fact, Hannah's sex magazine? Next in series: Beth. 2.